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About Me

To those I loved or those who loved me, you meant too much for me to forget. But I just can't face the morning lights any longer. I refuse to regret any choices I've made.

Screen Name on AIM - CancerAlligned i'm rarely on but talk if I am! A random and hopeless writer/artist known to pick up and take off at the drop of a dime. I enjoy rooftop sunrises and graveyard sunsets, when the sky sets itself on fire. Taking photographs of everything and falling in love.
I wanted to save you before it was too late, little sister.

My Interests

Painting and writing until my hands detach at the wrist. Kissing the eyelids of and falling in love with unreachable passionate writers. (Like Brenna and Devin .) Taking photographs in the rain by the rail roads. Selling off all of my possessions and leaving on a 2 a.m. train ride to an unknown desitnation. Climbing the biggest baddest oldest tree's to the highest smallest branch and trying to touch the sky.

I'd like to meet:

Someone who likes to play in puddles and isn't afraid of getting covered in rain water and mud. Someone who can atleast try to climb trees with me and not care about the scratches and bruises the may get. Someone to hang out in the train yards and help me take photo's and videos.

Music:

so many: The Locust, Sondre Lerche, Les Savy Fav, Sigor Ros, Elvis Costello, Dean Martin, Dear Diary I Seem To Be Dead, Cursive, The Black Mustache, The Pilfers, Phantom Planet, Memory As Perfection, Akimbo, Ella Fitzgerald, The Eels, Buddy Holly, Hidden Camera, Mineral, Texas is the Reason

Movies:

Cannibal Holocost, Barfly, The Following, PI, Bukowski: Born Into This, The Godfather III, Hi-Fidelity

Television:

my life has always been sort of a soap opera.

Books:

Dostoevsky, Salinger, Bukowski

Heroes:

Someone with so much passion you can feel it too (these 2 beauties).

My Blog

How could I forget

Dear ones, I loved you all with everything I had. I gave all I could give to you, but these hands are not forgiving the dirt they are soiled with. As the grandmother took her last breaths it all be...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Dearest Brenna and Devi

I'm done with this myspace shit. I'll leave the profile up, but checking it is nothing but a whole fuckload of a pain in my ass. To Brenna... I hope your life is everything you dream of and more...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Strange days for 2 women out of sorts

How I worry so much for you my darling girls. How I worry so much. MY heart is racked with grieving. I want to reach out to you to hold out my arms and take you inside of my world. If only I cou...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

This one goes out to the one I love

I haven't been able to sleep in days. These weeks have been the worst and I feel so far from you and from everyone. They've got me climbing walls out here just to keep from worrying about this life.
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

.......................... one line .......................

All I need is you tonight. You are the only one.
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

For the ones I love and admire

Miss Devi- you have been an overly phenomenal friend to me always and have given me the best advice I could have asked for I can't wait to see how your life unspirals in these next years. Oh comely...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I'm sorry I'm such an asshole

.... you can't count on me for anything.. see bulletin. see bullet-in-my-head.
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

cant hold on to anything

things are out of hand and i feel like I've been completely shady to people I shouldn't be. it's been hospital rooms and white bed sheets. I'm sorry to everyone i promised anything to. I can't keep my...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

scared to feel, because it's starting to show

I feel so dream like today. Almost as if none of this has ever happened and I want to tell you life is beautiful, and I want you to know it is true. I want to promise you I will be coming to you soo...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

and the sun it tries to warn me

she writes simply to state curiously, "I was in Jersey" and "where have you gone now" she waits, unreachable, for something to change. what patience displayed. what beautiful paintings she creates...
Posted by Broken record player on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST